No better today. I ended up texting him around 8 last night. Got no reply so I called. He was napping. He’s not planning on leaving until around 2 or 3 this afternoon. I got to see pictures of him and Jezebel on FB. Always good to know he’s hanging around her. My mom is pissed since I told her he’s no longer seeing his psychologist and he went to His home state again. I’m not very happy about it either. I can’t stand confrontation but I’m not sure how else things will move forward. How does he not see it’s wrong to stay holed up in the bedroom while he’s home, ignoring me and the kids, but he can drive to his home state for a funeral of a cousin he has barely spoken to in 20+ years? He’s planning on driving to see Blockhead soon and then he’s going to his fucking reunion in October.
I’m tired of being portrayed as the bad guy. I’m not the one who cheated. I’m not the one who lied all summer long. I’m not the one who hasn’t been around for years at a time. I’m not the one encouraging people to leave their spouse. So why the hell am I the one feeling like I have to fix everything?
I’m picking Rock Star up at noon and then I think I’m taking a pill to help calm my nerves. I keep telling myself to breathe and to slow down. He loves me. He fears every day that I’m going to leave him. He’s not having an affair. You don’t have all the facts and you’re going off half cocked. I’m just ready to die and the only thing that keeps me going is my kids. I can’t do that to them.